throughout the day we have been plunging against a stiff breeze and moderate sea.  This afternoon by keeping a little to eastward of the course, we have managed to get fore and aft sail filled.  The barometer has continued its steady upward path for twenty-four hours; it shows signs of turning, having reached within 1/10th of 30 inches.  It was light throughout last night (always a cheerful condition), but this head wind is trying to the patience, more especially as our coal expenditure is more than I estimated.  We manage 62 or 63 revolutions on about 9 tons, but have to distil every three days at expense of half a ton, and then there is a weekly half ton for the cook.  It is certainly a case of fighting one’s way South.

I was much disturbed last night by the motion; the ship was pitching and twisting with short sharp movements on a confused sea, and with every plunge my thoughts flew to our poor ponies.  This afternoon they are fairly well, but one knows that they must be getting weaker as time goes on, and one longs to give them a good sound rest with the ship on an even keel.  Poor patient beasts!  One wonders how far the memory of such fearful discomfort will remain with them—­animals so often remember places and conditions where they have encountered difficulties or hurt.  Do they only recollect circumstances which are deeply impressed by some shock of fear or sudden pain, and does the remembrance of prolonged strain pass away?  Who can tell?  But it would seem strangely merciful if nature should blot out these weeks of slow but inevitable torture.

The dogs are in great form again; for them the greatest circumstance of discomfort is to be constantly wet.  It was this circumstance prolonged throughout the gale which nearly lost us our splendid leader ‘Osman.’  In the morning he was discovered utterly exhausted and only feebly trembling; life was very nearly out of him.  He was buried in hay, and lay so for twenty-four hours, refusing food—­the wonderful hardihood of his species was again shown by the fact that within another twenty-four hours he was to all appearance as fit as ever.

Antarctic petrels have come about us.  This afternoon one was caught.

Later, about 7 P.M.  Evans saw two icebergs far on the port beam; they could only be seen from the masthead.  Whales have been frequently seen—­Balaenoptera Sibbaldi—­supposed to be the biggest mammal that has ever existed._4_

Friday, December 9.—­65 deg. 8’. 177 deg. 41’.  Made good S. 4 W. 109’; Scott Island S. 22 W. 147’.  At six this morning bergs and pack were reported ahead; at first we thought the pack might consist only of fragments of the bergs, but on entering a stream we found small worn floes—­the ice not more than two or three feet in thickness.  ’I had hoped that we should not meet it till we reached latitude 66 1/2 or at least 66.’  We decided to work to the south and west as far as the open water would allow, and have met with some success.  At 4 P.M., as I write, we are still in open water, having kept a fairly straight course and come through five or six light streams of ice, none more than 300 yards across.